“Socially, I am a snob,” Hugh confessed. “I like the world of grace and leisure and the opulence necessary to maintain it. But in fact, though I always look for it there first, I seldom find it in its traditional haunts, and recognise that the upper classes more often betray than cultivate their natural opportunities. I am continually disgusted by the triviality and vulgarity of the great world, and bored by its lack of education. And yet, since it remains the likeliest haunt of the virtues it has refused to cultivate, I suppose I shall always be more at home there than in the virtuous dwellings of the poor.”